Jag bad om hjälp av mina vänner på Instagram att föreslå en titel till detta konstverk. Jag fick så många bra förslag att det blev en historia av det. Alla namnförslag är med.
The Lady with Roses.
It is time. My time of contemplation is over. I am confident. Ready to celebrate life. My time of introspection of Manipura has made me full of self love and determination.
It is time to meet the man with whom I am supposed to get engaged. It is time for our rendez-vous.
And now. Here I am. Waiting. The lady with roses. I can feel the wind in my hair. Or is it something else pulling me away? Holding on to me? Is it really time? I am shivering of cold. It is a little nippy outside. Suddenly it strikes me. I have forgotten my support bra!
I hear my name.
I look at the man. It is time. My voice is clear, with the power of all my abdominal muscles I declare: Look at me, but don´t ask!
My phone lightens up. The message is short. Myc❤. I turn around, walking towards the man who is holding my hair. Here, I don’t need a support bra!
(I had to google what ”myc” stands for. It means ”missing you crazy”)